i'll go back and get another bottle of medicine for my emergency skin. i'm in grave doubt that it'll work this time if it failed the last time. i'm not sure if my skin is the victim or the enemy. when i got up there was bile and pee, the cats, not me. i read that archaeologists found a temple in mexico to a god of skinning sacrifices. indeed i am reminded it could be worse. there are unspeakable horrors in this world. is this a kind of sacrifice to god? my skin the self-flaying temple? it feels like more a desecration than a sacrifice. anyone with faith must note that all the gods are ancient, and all the sacrifices today are to mammon, save my skin. maybe that's how it has always been.